“I’m not used to eye contact,” she says. “That’s not my problem. Look at me while I’m fucking you,” I growl back. “Cam!” I grab her chin and turn it toward me. “What is it, Jordan?” I ask, rubbing circles into her clit. “Fuck . . .” “This too much for you?” It’s too much for me too, but it’s not enough to stop me from filling this darling girl with my cum and watching it drip out. I want her well-fucked and sated—covered in smudged makeup and bite marks. I need her sweet and filthy.
